Two months ago, General Hu Lian officially took over all the federal forces on the surface of the Ink Flower Planet, and his staff transferred Xiong Linquan, Gu Xifeng, Da Vinci and other members of the original seven groups to the NTR troops in advance.

The top general of the Federation, the Chartist Bureau official with extremely high authority, in the eyes of these big people, the NTR force that disappeared in the Southwest Theater, no matter how arrogant the members of the team in it are, how many people have been the combat heroes of the Federation, are just real little people.

The order of two months ago may have been some kind of purge and rejection, and the reason why it is not a conspiracy is that it is more like a random and simple method, and the task always needs to be done, so the general waved his sleeve lightly and sent them into danger, it was as simple as that.

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Leonardo da Vinci crouched on a stone in the woods, biting a shriveled cigarette like a ruffian, the bright line of fire burning along the cigarette paper, having swallowed up the second figure 7, the smoke swirling around his swarthy face, stinging his eyes slightly, and he also looked at the man opposite.

As the leader of the No. 2 reception camp closest to the federal theater of the NTR troops, he has been in this broken forest where crows are too lazy to for two whole months.

These days, he and his three subordinates are accompanied by wet mist insects, while worrying about the comrades-in-arms who suddenly cut off contact after crossing the mountains and deep into the southwest theater, while counting the dwindling supplies and staying up hard, and now they finally waited for the support of the forward base, but they didn't expect to wait for these guys with gloomy expressions and bad smells at the same time.

His mood was extremely irritable, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the hot noodles sent by the reconnaissance squad leader, staring at the person in front of him and yelling, "How many times do you have to ask?

A second lieutenant in a pale yellow military uniform stood in front of him and asked in a very serious tone: "The NTR unit has two miniature filter radios, and according to the filing data of the electronic information regiment, you received the electronic shielding fake overflow code the day after you crossed this mountain, so I can't understand why there has been no news from your troops for so many days, where are they now and what are they doing?"

Da Vinci didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, waved his hand to call the reconnaissance squad leader, frowned and asked, "I said brother, are you here to support or interrogate?

"My file is still hanging in the Ministry of Defense. The second lieutenant straightened his uniform and replied, "Now transferred to the Joint Investigation Division, although some of the words may not sound good, I must remind you that I have fourth-class charter authority and you must answer my inquiries." ”

"It turned out to be a freak with small eyes, no wonder it's so annoying. Da Vinci's gaze fell on the blood-red eye pattern on the left upper arm of the opponent's military uniform, and said in disgust: "When did you have the courage to go to the front line?"

The expression of the second lieutenant of the small-eyed battle unit was still calm, and he looked coldly at Da Vinci's face behind the smoke, and suddenly asked, "Do you still have any contact with Xu Le?"

The cigarette that did not burn his life slipped from between Leonardo da Vinci's withered lips, fell into the cracks of the stones under his feet, and a few sparks bloomed and were instantly extinguished.

It was a name that many people didn't want to mention but couldn't forget, Da Vinci slowly narrowed his eyes, vaguely guessed that some people probably remembered the seven groups again, looked up at the second lieutenant's face obliquely, and said indifferently: "You better be careful, people like us are easy to get mad." ”

"You have to answer questions truthfully. The second lieutenant asked with a gloomy expression.

"Answer your mom. ”

Da Vinci replied with a blank expression, and then he slowly stood up from the stone, looked condescendingly at the officer of the small-eyed unit, and stretched out his hand to pull the second lieutenant's epaulette on the other's shoulder.

"Grandson, your grandfather, I am the worst one of the old seven gangsters, and now I am also a captain, when will you get mixed up with me, it's not too late to pretend to be fucking. ”

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As night fell, the forest became lively, and in the tent of the NTR Unit No. 2 Receiving Camp, Da Vinci was silent for a long time with a Sanqi cigarette in his mouth, not recalling the glorious past of the seven groups represented by that name, but waiting for some news.

The subordinate behind him took off his headphones, leaned behind him and whispered something. Da Vinci's brows furrowed even more, Gu Xifeng had left him some very useful monitoring equipment before setting up Camp No. 2, which was originally used to increase the monitoring intensity of the outer edge of the forest, but now they were used by them to eavesdrop on the private conversations of the investigation team.

"Captain, those guys have authority, and you can't fight them. But what if we all go back to the forward base for questioning, and the troops come back?"

Da Vinci frowned and said: "I always feel that this matter is wrong, without longitudinal extension, it will be more difficult to deal with the people in front, and the miscellaneous members of these investigation teams don't know too much inside story, I have to find a way to go to Camp No. 2, if Lao Gu is still alive, let him find out what happened in Mudi." ”

He looked at his subordinates in the tent, and after a pause, he said calmly: "Tomorrow you will go back with the investigation team...... Don't object, you are not from the old seventh group, and no one will embarrass you. ”

"Captain, what should you do then?" a soldier from Xilin asked anxiously, "There is no movement on the other side of the mountain, who knows if Lao Gu and they are still in Camp No. 2." ”

"I'll slip away first, and I'll have to take a look when I'm not there, otherwise I won't be able to die. ”

"That's a battlefield escape, court-martialed!" said another soldier uneasily.

Da Vinci threw the cigarette butt to the ground, crushed it with the hard soles of his military boots, and said, ", the young master would rather be killed as a deserter than go to the black prison." ”

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The seven groups that have been plated with countless black water in the mercenary world of the Fruit Shell Company, have done private work of killing people and arsons with Magnolia, and have done countless fierce things such as raiding the charter Guang Chǎng with Xu Le, and are brave and good at fighting on the battlefield with the emperors, and they have been infected with the loose and hard bone taste of Teacher Yu Chenghai.

It's an anomaly in the military, whether it's the oldest group of members or latecomers like Leonardo da Vinci, who never seem to have a sense of discipline or military glory in their minds.

It must be admitted that this style is not suitable for any situation, at least on the frontal battlefield where a sense of discipline is required and command is required, Du Shaoqing back then, and Hu Lian now, it is not an exaggeration to see them as a group of soldiers and bandits.

Because he didn't want to be interrogated, because he didn't want to be put in a black prison and lose the face of the old seventh group, and because he was worried about those brothers and comrades who disappeared in the southwest theater, Da Vinci decided to sneak away without hesitation.

However, it was his decision that led to a series of subsequent events.

When he was about to take advantage of the night, sneak into the forest, and then climb over the mountains to find his troops, the second lieutenant officer with a gloomy expression and seven soldiers of the small-eyed special operations unit appeared in front of him.

At this time, the stars are bright, penetrating through the dense forest, and the line of sight is excellent.

Da Vinci spat and found that he had underestimated these special operators who looked like wood, and thought to himself that the members of his dignified seven groups had been intercepted by someone, which was really humiliating to the extreme.

The soldiers in the tent of the camp heard the movement outside, including the scout squad and three of Da Vinci's subordinates, all rushed out with qiāng, and a dozen Federation soldiers entered a confrontation situation under the starlight, accompanied by the sound of insects chirping at night.

The situation at that time was not tense, no matter how casual and arrogant Da Vinci was, it was impossible to pick up qiāng and shoot at each other with his own people, he smiled awkwardly, was about to say something, and went back to sleep honestly.

"How dare you resist the investigation?" The second lieutenant of the small-eyed unit looked at him coldly and sneered: "I think no matter what the results of the follow-up investigation are, based on the previous picture, you will definitely not be able to be a captain, and in the evening, you said that you want me to mix in with you, just like that?"

The members of the seven groups are extremely thick-skinned, otherwise the survival rate on the battlefield will not be outrageously high, listening to the other party's spicy sarcastic provocation, Da Vinci smiled slightly and didn't care, and also made a shrug that Lan Xiaolong, who squinted his eyes with Xu Le and was called one of the standard actions of the seven groups.

This shrug is a big deal.

Perhaps it was because the starlight was too bright and blurry that night, or maybe it was because the insects were chirping too loudly that night, and the scouts who had just rushed out of the tent were just behind the side of the confrontation scene, and they didn't see his movements clearly, didn't hear the second lieutenant's words clearly, and didn't know if Da Vinci had qiāng.

In the blurred late-night vision, they only saw Da Vinci shrug his shoulders, as a good scout, but not so good as to keep a calm and relaxed state of mind like the seven groups, so one of the detectives almost instinctively judged that he was going to open qiāng.

So he was the first to pull the trigger!

The qiāng tube spewed smoke, and the sound of bullets bursting out of the chamber sounded intensively, and when the first qiāng sound tore through the calm of the forest, countless bullets flew everywhere.

After a short three seconds, the qiāng sound abruptly stopped as the second lieutenant roared in anger.

Da Vinci slowly turned his somewhat stiff body, and found that the players he had been with for three years were all lying in a pool of blood.

At the same time as they died, the four scouts and one special forces member of the Small Eye Force, who were the first to open qiāng, were killed by the bullets fired by the three team members.

Da Vinci frowned, his squinted eyes turning red, like the bloody wound on his shoulder at this moment.

A charge qiāng lay quietly on the wet ground at his feet.

The qiāng sound sounded again.

After a second of the knife, Da Vinci was hit by the waist again, and at the cost of this, he killed three masters of the small-eyed special operations unit, like a wounded wild tiger, roaring and rushing into the dense forest.